I don’t know how I made it to work that day. Looking back, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t see through all the tears. They just wouldn’t stop. They were huge and bountiful. The pain was almost unbearable. But I made the call through the pain. On the other end of

I do not like the harsh freezing winds of winter. With every attempt to cover myself, the bitter cold will sneak its way in under my skin reminding me that one must embrace this time of life. For some it only lasts a short time, but for others it can be

Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists that things were really better than they were” -unknown Sometimes I get hit with huge waves of nostalgia that romanticize the most inconsequential moments or seasons of my life. I’ll go through whole days of sitting in that nostalgia, battling emotional confusion and